Post by Cameron DeJane on Dec 21, 2009 21:49:00 GMT -5
* OOC Info*
Name : Davie or Dave. Either works.
Age : 14. I feel so badass.
Experience : Uhm.. once a while back for about a week.. so.. not very.
Characters : Just Cameron
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With moonbeam windows
With moonbeam windows
Name : the name's Cameron Michael DeJane. Don't wear it out.
Age : Well... he got 16 spankings on his birthday this year.
D.O.B : came into the world screaming on November 12th... and hasn't stopped yet.
Playby : People say he looks a lot like the smashing Matt Prokop. -insert slo-mo hair flip here-
Occupation/Grade : Let's just say that somewhere in the world, sophomore teachers are weeping.
And with wheels of stars *
[/size][li] Cameron's lips are a bit fuller than the average males, but to him, it only helps to show off his smile. His teeth aren't bleach white, but they're not obviously dying a slow, painful death. Cameron has also been teased by Linsee on countless occasions for his combination of pointy kanines and large, beaver-like front teeth. Cameron wears his his brown mop medium length, as far as guys go. It falls to chin in the longest places, in a careful disarray. According to Linsee, Cameron's eyes are the color of maple pudding. ( Anyone else get hungry ? )[/li][li] Cameron's head floats in a cloud 5 feet and 9 inches above the ground ( on the rare occasion that he's vertical ). He weighs 145 lbs., which apparently is enough to keep him from disappearing into thin air. Most of the body weight comes from his height. From a sideview, Cameron's no more than 3 inches thick. He's a fairly pale child, but tans in sunlight. During the winter months, he spends his time looking like something out a five-year-old, fairy princess obsessed girl's room. Then in the summer, he closely resembles the perfect marshmellow. ( CAUTION : do not try to press between two gramcrackers, he will react with violence. ) [/size][/blockquote]
So hush you little ones and have no fear
Likes : whenever he makes someone else do a spit take, smiling (because it gives others a chance to feast upon the sight of his beaver teeth),
Dislikes : slip 'n' slides (ever since his childhood, when
Habbits : tossing his hair (gotta keeps those bangs out of the way), winking, quirking an eyebrow
Flaws : cocky, over - confident, procrastinator
Pet Peeves : teachers who lick their fingers before paging through papers, the little white dot of spit that dangles in the corners of some people's mouths of when they talk, popsicles melting all over his fingers
Strengths : making friends, telling jokes, illicitness smiles, telling stories, stretching the truth, thinking on his feet
Weaknesses : sore loser, accepting that women can do almost as much as men can, being patient, holding back sarcasm, remaining upright for more than five minutes
[/li][li] "i love to laugh, loud and long and clear" :: goofy
"Cameron DeJane! Keep it down!" the teacher hissed across the room at Cameron and his posse.
Cameron held up both of his hands. "Sorry, miss M. We'll pay attention now." Dropping his hands to his sides, Cameron leaned back at in his seat. Miss M. turned back to the board, scrawling some more number in chalk.
Linsee leaned across Mike to whisper to Cameron, " 'Kick Me' sign opportunity." She paused, waiting for Cameron to scribble it down on a piece of paper. He didn't make a move. Linsee frowned. "If you don't do it, I will."
Cameron raised a hand in salute to his twin sister. "Yes ma'am," he responded. Then his pencil leaped into his fingers. He scribbled a quick, sloppy "Kick Me" onto the piece of scratch paper that was meant for his equations, but he never actually used. Linsee slipped a piece of tape into his hand. Cameron gave her a thumbs up with one hand, securing the tape to the paper with the other. Then he stretched out his arm and lightly pressed the sign to Miss M.'s back.
Turning back to Linsee, Cameron gave her a triumphant grin. She laid her palm face up on the edge of her chair, for him to high five. Cameron smacked her hand gently. Today's Partner in Crime mission : complete success.
"i hold my breath as i wait for you to breathe" :: empathetic
"So, are we boarding this afternoon, or what?" Cameron asked Mike, prodding his skateboard with the tip of his toe. It fell obediently to the ground. Cameron turned to look at Mike, his eyebrows arched quizzically. "Well?"
Mike bit his bottom lip. "My mom's making me stay at home and clean my room. The place is a death trap." He trailed off, an awkward look on his face. "She was threatening to get a biohazard unit in there."
Cameron's face fell. If Mike couldn't come skating with him... there was no one to save him from the wrath of Linsee. She would be tripping him up left and right. Just 'cause she could skate so much better than he coud... Still, he couldn't help but feel sorry for Mike. After all, he had seen the dude's room. It had a brief glance, because his nose couldn't handle any more. And Mike had to clean it. Cameron knew what he had to do. It wasn't much of a sacrifice. After all, it was either chill with Mike for an entire afternoon, or get his entire front scratched up by his older sister. He looked at Mike through narrowed eyes. "You need any help with that?"
Mike's face lit up. "You would do that? For me?"
Cameron nodded, chuckling softly. "Of course, what're friends for? Besides... I've seen your room. You're gonna need all the help you can get."
"she'll never leave me, whoa" :: charming
His hair flopped into his eyes as Cameron leaned his head back against he wall. Either Linsee or Mike better be showing up soon. They were both supposed to be in his class this year... he didn't really know about else. Yet. By the end of the day, he would probably have a huge circle of friends. It happened all the time. He met knew people, he made them laugh, and they fell in with his posse.
A blond girl who looked like she would be in his schooling year came around the corner. Cameron straightened up immediately, brushing his hair out of his eyes with a free hand. Sure enough, the blond girl walked straight up to the door.
"Is this Mr. Fischer's room?" she asked in a small voice.
Brandon's eyebrows shot up when he heard her heavy British accent. A small, pretty girl in a new country, on the first day of school? Some jerks might try to take advantage of this situation. Fortunately for her, Cameron was not a jerk. He gave her a small, warm smile, and nodded. "Yup, this is the place." He gestured toward the door behind him. So you're... English, yes?"
The blond girl returned his smile, a bit of red creeping into her cheeks. "Yeah. Is it that obvious?"
"Even without the accent, you'd be a hard one to miss," Cameron told her. Then he reached down with his fee hand, keeping his books cradled in the other, and turned the door knob. He gently swung the door open, careful not to hit the girl in the face with it. "After you," he said.
The blush on the girl's face deepened. She bit her lip to stifle a giggle as she ducked through the door.
( ooc : since this is an rp site, I figued I would show the traits in action, rather than write a description. if this is a problem, let me know. I will edit. ;] )[/size][/blockquote]
The man in the moon he is the engineer
[/center][/li][li]x.____ Long story short, Carlee and James DeJane came together to make a baby. As it turned out, they were going to have two. A boy and a girl, all in the same pregnancy. After what had seemed to be the longest nine months of their young lives, the two were finally about to become parents. Auntie Meredith had been forced out of the room by the doctors. Compared to the hustle and bustle of the small, cramped hospital wing, the waiting room seemed dead silent. The only noises were the sound of her own breathing, and the occasional scrape of paper against paper as she turned the page of the magazine she held in her hands. She was staring blankly at the page, the words weren't registering at all. Auntie Meredith was nervous. Why in the world had that idiot James insisted upon going to the public hospital to have his wife give birth? Public doctors were all well and good, but they were clueless when it came to simple procedures like delivering babies. Always wanting to go the long way to get it done. Shaking her head, Meredith closed the magazine and set it back down on the small, white table. Just as it hit the surface, a cry split the stillness. Meredith snapped to life. The first of the twins had been born. She sprinted down the hall toward the room. By the time she got there, a nurse was carrying a decent-sized baby girl across the hall to get her cleaned up. Meredith ducked into the room. Right on cue, the second twin let out an ear-piercing scream. Meredith raised a hand to muffle the sound. "Heavens above! What are you doing to my nephew?" she asked the nurse as Cameron was handed off to be cleaned as well.
x.____ Once the twins were all cleaned off, they were laid in their mother's arms. Carlee held both of her little ones close, smiling down at them. They stared back with wide eyes. The world held its breath. At long last, Carlee opened her mouth to speak. "I think we should name the girl Linsee, and the boy Cameron," she suggested. Her eyes darted over to James, who stood at her bedside. He nodded his approval, but was too awestruck to speak. His babies were healthy! His little Linsee, his little Cameron... His sister may doubt the doctors, but he thought they had done a fine job. While Carlee rested, regaining her strength so that the babies could be shown their new home, James went about the hospital. He thanked everyone to be found in scrubs or long white coats. After Carlee had slept a bit, the nurses got her into a wheel chair and wheeled her out to Jame's Honda passport. He called it his teal tank, as it was painted teal. All the way out to their countryside farmhouse, Carlee chastised his driving. She didn't want anything to happen to her two angels. When they smelled the "fresh" scent of the country air, Cameron and Linsee wrinkled their noses and burst into loud wails. Carlee turned to glare at her husband. "I told you buying a herd of pigs was a bad idea."
x.____ Cameron and Linsee spent their infant and toddler years at home, being babysat by their Auntie. Carlee had a job at the school, teaching children special needs. As such, she was out most of the day James, on the other hand, prefered to make his living among the average working class. However, the only job he could hold down as one as a substitute mail carrier for the local post. As such, Meredith became their stay-at-home mom. Thanks to that, the twins adopted her sarcastic sense of humor. They also adopted her taste for mischief. They made it a point to act out and be loud whenever possible. It landed them lots of corner time, but they didn't mind so much. The pranks they pulled help them grow closer as brother and sister. Or rather, sister and brother. Their first pranks were the childish kind, like planting whoopie cushions on chairs and using joy-buzzers and shaking everyone's hand. One day, Linsee "accidentally" knocked a vase of the table with her mind, and blamed the whole thing on Cameron. The only bad thing about having twins was that when one of them had a nightmare, they both woke up screaming. Usually at the same exact moment, too.
x.____ Linsee and Cameron were instantly the most popular people in elementary school. They were both the sorts of people who could make friends with anyone, just by saying "hi." Cameron's best friend throughout his entire primary and secondary schooling career, the one who stuck by him through thick and thin, and often shared a detention with him, was a kid named Mike. They were always over at each other's houses, though Meredith had to keep from swearing so much whenever Mike was around. She was able to do it, but it was a struggle. Meredith had become such a bum that she relied on her mouth to solve all her problems, instead of getting off her butt and solving them herself. As they progressed through the grades, Cameron had all but adopted Mike as his brother. They trusted each other with everything. Even when Mike was stupid enough to tell Cameron that he had a crush on Linsee. (Cameron had shuddered for a bit, had a nightmare or two, then got over it.) Cameron had never liked the town he'd grown up in, and was always asking to move, but the day his parents told him he was, it hit him: he was leaving Mike behind. The two of them bought webcams and swore to keep in contact. Then the entire DeJane up and moved to the Lumini district, herd of pigs coming along for the ride.[/size][/blockquote]
*The railroad track it is a moonbeam bright*
[/size]Family [black];;[/black]
James DeJane, 47, substitute mail carrier
Calree DeJane, 45, special needs teacher
Linsee DeJane, 16, annoying twin, student
Auntie Meredith Thatcher, 53, professional bum
a sty of pigs, none of them named
That leads right up into the starry night
RolePlay sample :
"I think I'll manage. I did go to the school that is world renowned for teaching the Dark Arts. I know things you could only imagine. Bwhahaha."
Try as he might, Brandon could not help but laugh at that. It was only a small snicker, really, and the planes seemed far away enough. They were moving in on a bunch of rowdy 3rd-years over by the window. "Just because you may have learned some Dark Arts, it doesn't mean you're evil enough to try them," he reminded her quietly. Even if a person was torturing him, and Brandon could get a hold of his wand, he didn't think he could bring himself to do anything that serious. Perhaps "Stupify!" to temporarily paralyse them, so he could make his escape. But he couldn't bare to cause another person pain. He needed happy faces and joyful smiles for all to be right with his world. That was all he had ever known, and it made him wonder if he was weaker than everybody else in that respect... or stronger. When you had such strong dark powers, he could imagine it being very hard to reign yourself in.
"His voice isn't the deepest one in the world, for an 17 year old. It's rather high pitched, actually. I don't know how I'm related to him. He's such a killjoy, and it especially annoys him that he can't get in my head. Never has been able too. It's awesome, the way it makes him twitch."
Vira was responding to his Leslie jokes. Brandon chuckled again. This Leslie kid did sound annoying, even to Brandon. He was the sort of person who could make friends with just about anyone. Anyone who was willing. But he didn't know well a meeting between himself and Leslie would end. Then he noted the part about Leslie not being able to get inside her head. "Mmm," Brandon said, feigning a tone of curiousity. "Vira my dear, it seems as though there is something wrong with your brain." He gave her a teasing grin, still eying the planes warily. They seemed to have switched targets. They'd moved from third-years to a crowd of Bradon's year-mates. He was friends with all of them... which would make this so much funnier.
"Well, maybe the right opportunity hasn't come along, or maybe you're right. Maybe this generation is horrible, selfish, and rather ugly. But we're not, and we're in it. Sure, we're dive bombing paper airplanes now, but maybe tomorrow we'll save a first year from a thestral, or something. Dark Lords don't come along very often, and the Chosen Ones even less. It's really pure chance if you're born in the right time."
She had a point, as far as the "Chosen One" thing went. Dark Lords didn't come around that often, and it took a lot of prior planning and prophecying to become a Chosen One, none of which one could do for themselves. However, in his opinion, it didn't take a Dark Lord to make a name for yourself. All it took was a little hard work. There seemed to be a new danger each term. For example, if a student scared off the giants that had cavorted about the grounds recently, that would have been awesome. They would have gone down in history. But, as usual, they were all sent back to their dormitories while the adults did all the work. Sure, it meant breaking the ruels to give it a try, but rules were meant to be broken. "It doesn't take a Dark Lord to do something you can be proud of, or something that can change the world," he reminded her. "What about all those starving Muggle children in Africa? I bet if some wizard came up with a bright idea, we could solve that problem." After a moment's thought, he added, "Besides Vira, I don't think it counts if you're the one pushing the first-year in front of the thestral in the first place." He grinned at her.
Her gaze was locked on the planes now. Brandon followed it, and saw that the planes looked ready to spring into action. Sure enough, just as he turned his head to look, they titled their noses. Next thing he knew, they weren't planes anymore, but streaks of white paper diving through the air. The fourth years scattered as the planes dove at them. The same two, over and over again. It was with such force that they had to have crumpled tips by now, but Brandon had a feeling they wouldn't stop until the spell wore off. The way they were all screaming and seeking shelter behind their books was absolutely hysterical. Brandon burst into a fit of laughter, slapping his knee and everything. Once he managed to get he laughs under control, he took a deep breath and threw Vira another thumbs-up. "Mission accomplished."
Try as he might, Brandon could not help but laugh at that. It was only a small snicker, really, and the planes seemed far away enough. They were moving in on a bunch of rowdy 3rd-years over by the window. "Just because you may have learned some Dark Arts, it doesn't mean you're evil enough to try them," he reminded her quietly. Even if a person was torturing him, and Brandon could get a hold of his wand, he didn't think he could bring himself to do anything that serious. Perhaps "Stupify!" to temporarily paralyse them, so he could make his escape. But he couldn't bare to cause another person pain. He needed happy faces and joyful smiles for all to be right with his world. That was all he had ever known, and it made him wonder if he was weaker than everybody else in that respect... or stronger. When you had such strong dark powers, he could imagine it being very hard to reign yourself in.
"His voice isn't the deepest one in the world, for an 17 year old. It's rather high pitched, actually. I don't know how I'm related to him. He's such a killjoy, and it especially annoys him that he can't get in my head. Never has been able too. It's awesome, the way it makes him twitch."
Vira was responding to his Leslie jokes. Brandon chuckled again. This Leslie kid did sound annoying, even to Brandon. He was the sort of person who could make friends with just about anyone. Anyone who was willing. But he didn't know well a meeting between himself and Leslie would end. Then he noted the part about Leslie not being able to get inside her head. "Mmm," Brandon said, feigning a tone of curiousity. "Vira my dear, it seems as though there is something wrong with your brain." He gave her a teasing grin, still eying the planes warily. They seemed to have switched targets. They'd moved from third-years to a crowd of Bradon's year-mates. He was friends with all of them... which would make this so much funnier.
"Well, maybe the right opportunity hasn't come along, or maybe you're right. Maybe this generation is horrible, selfish, and rather ugly. But we're not, and we're in it. Sure, we're dive bombing paper airplanes now, but maybe tomorrow we'll save a first year from a thestral, or something. Dark Lords don't come along very often, and the Chosen Ones even less. It's really pure chance if you're born in the right time."
She had a point, as far as the "Chosen One" thing went. Dark Lords didn't come around that often, and it took a lot of prior planning and prophecying to become a Chosen One, none of which one could do for themselves. However, in his opinion, it didn't take a Dark Lord to make a name for yourself. All it took was a little hard work. There seemed to be a new danger each term. For example, if a student scared off the giants that had cavorted about the grounds recently, that would have been awesome. They would have gone down in history. But, as usual, they were all sent back to their dormitories while the adults did all the work. Sure, it meant breaking the ruels to give it a try, but rules were meant to be broken. "It doesn't take a Dark Lord to do something you can be proud of, or something that can change the world," he reminded her. "What about all those starving Muggle children in Africa? I bet if some wizard came up with a bright idea, we could solve that problem." After a moment's thought, he added, "Besides Vira, I don't think it counts if you're the one pushing the first-year in front of the thestral in the first place." He grinned at her.
Her gaze was locked on the planes now. Brandon followed it, and saw that the planes looked ready to spring into action. Sure enough, just as he turned his head to look, they titled their noses. Next thing he knew, they weren't planes anymore, but streaks of white paper diving through the air. The fourth years scattered as the planes dove at them. The same two, over and over again. It was with such force that they had to have crumpled tips by now, but Brandon had a feeling they wouldn't stop until the spell wore off. The way they were all screaming and seeking shelter behind their books was absolutely hysterical. Brandon burst into a fit of laughter, slapping his knee and everything. Once he managed to get he laughs under control, he took a deep breath and threw Vira another thumbs-up. "Mission accomplished."
So come you little ones and run up the stairs
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